"... A distant rumbling
fills the hall,
echoing, ringing,
an unanswered call ..."
-29.05.2026

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
d e v o n
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Kiana Khansmith

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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we're not kids anymore.
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titsay
DEAR READER
todays bird

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@ariannedaye
"... A distant rumbling
fills the hall,
echoing, ringing,
an unanswered call ..."
-29.05.2026
A small look behind the curtain.
A stanza from a project I recently worked on, shown across three different drafts.
I'm always fascinated by how a poem changes during revision. Sometimes a line disappears completely, only to find its way back later in a different form.
Which version speaks to you the most?
A messy journal is not a sign of being undecided. It is a sign of ideas, progress, revision and a vision. Don't be afraid of crossing out a thought. It's an invitation for the next one.
Flames of autumn
Misty fog,
surrounding me
Burning colours,
beneath my feet
Wind in my ear,
whispers, unseen
Wet grass,
in my nose
Red fur,
across the path
Chittering,
in the tree
Silence, but not silent
surrounding me,
in misty fog
- 26.06.2026
This poem is an answer to @smittenbypoetry 's prompt "The Age of Re-Enchantment"
"... The fabric worn,
almost torn,
facing the tea set,
standing alone ..."
-29.05.2026
A path or the path? Setting in or settling in? Wandering or walking? Decisions, decisions and too many options.....
(Untitled)
I reach for the void
The wide open sky
The breeze through my fingers
The colours my guide
I smell the scent of flickering light
the calming balm of dreamers' sight
The touch of time - unbroken, unseen
filling my soul, my heart, my being
I hear the laughter of life
its teasing light tone
The voices of Echoes
Remembrance in Stone.
- 26.05.2026
If emotions were a currency, one genuine smile would be worth more than a dozen tears.
"[...] The Voices of Echoes
Remembrance in Stone"
-26.05.2026
Future Present
Resting on a velvet bed
Sparkling, shining
covers red
Curves pristine, of noble cut
Spinning, calling
Paid in blood
Raised up high, on fingers slim
Turning, praising
lights are dim
Dressed in gold, the purpose clear
asking, hoping
a promise to wear.
- 27.05.2026
"[...] I smell the scent of flickering light, the calming balm of dreamers' sight [...]"
-26.05.2026
Senses
28.05.2026
Today I feel like purple. No reason why. Just purple.
Got myself a new journal and colourful pen.
Evanescence
A whisper on the wind
A flicker in the dark
A tickle of a feather
A scent of memory
Fleeting like a dream
Burning like a hope
Chasing like a wish
Waiting like a star
25.05.2026
If you have any communties or blogs that could help me on my journey, do not hesitate to write me and recommend some.
For now I have joined "Poetry on tumblr"
The next post is going to be my first submitted poem.